Conquests



Coppertop smiled slightly with grim anticipation as the assassin made his quite obvious way towards her employer. He was quite shoddy, in fact- how did one mistake a Kronan who was dressed in black and had a knife in his hand as anything but a very poorly trained assassin? It was beyond her. Unobtrusively drawing her blaster, she waited for him to make his move.

He aimed the knife carefully at her employer's back, and she silently moved through the shadows and raised her weapon. He let fly, then gaped in amazement as a laser knocked the dagger to the ground, melting it. A second well-aimed bolt followed the first, and the assassin gasped as it hit, killing him a second later.



Despite her dangerous work, or maybe because of, Coppertop was and always had been considered as simply an asset. She was tall, dark haired and greeneyed, with a strange accent and a cold manner. She was a bit of a lone wolf, and an excellent pilot. She could of qualified for hundreds of well-paying jobs, but her life was and always would be a mercenary's. She was famous, as many good mercenaries are, but preferred to be in the background. Her slogan was an echo of her life, being 'give no mercy.' Her name had been spread further by her part in defeating the self-styled Emperor Kroys, but she seemed not to even remember that painful time. She aknowledged her companions who had helped her destroy the Kroyan Empire as friends, but no more than that.

Carrotus had been repaired after the devastation and havoc Kroys had wreaked on it, but she'd not been there since Kroys. It brought back too many painful memories.

Memories. . . There were always the memories. And the friendships.



More were to be made.